My Grandma:
This afternoon I went to see my grandma. She was in a care center, nonresponsive and taking some of her last breaths. I read some of my favorite scriptures to her and held her hand. I told her all about my job and the going ons of my life. I talked about my kids and what they were doing that day. I talked about the weather and how beautiful and green the mountains look. We had a good chat grandma and I. I looked at the clock, which appropriately had never moved past 12:00, time didn't matter. I sat in silence as the tears slowly fell. I didn't want to leave, but needed to. Unfortunately time did matter for me. I said that I loved her and said goodbye for the last time. An hour after I left, my dad called and said she was gone.
I love my grandma. I love her sweet voice, so excited to see me or talk to me on the phone. I love her optimism and enduring spirit. I love how proper and poised she always was. I love that she always corrected our grammer in the sweetest way. I love that round pillow that always kept her hair perfect. I love paper towels, kleenex, newspapers, instant breakfast, cream chip beef, and Oil of Olay because they remind me of my grandma.
At 98 she lived a really great life and I am blessed today because of the woman that she was.
I will miss you.
